Life. Is. Beautiful. Period.

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Life. Is. Beautiful. Period.

I met a handsome little boy the other day. Like Case, his pre-birth diagnosis was grim. Let me just tell you, when I walked into his NICU room my heart melted. He is so beautiful! Like Case, he also would have been a "candidate for medical abortion". I don't want to get political. I don't care if you're pro life or pro choice. I'm not trying to change your mind but my heart aches at the thought of babies like Case and my tiny, new friend not having a chance at life. I felt his strength (he gets it from his mom.;) and his purpose. He was knit together in his mother's womb. Yeah, his pattern was a little different (like Case's:) but different isn't defective. Different is beautiful. Different deserves a chance at life just like the rest of us. This boy is going to grow up to do great things. I can feel it! He will change minds, touch hearts and bless lives. I know because I have one. A special little mister and I wouldn't change him for the world. And to his momma ('cause I know you'll read this:). Keep it up! You're doing great! You're strong (you get it from your momma;)
Flash back! Here is Case when he was a tiny NICU patient.:)

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  1. mail4roseyOctober 15, 2012 at 8:35 PM

    Oh my, he is just beautiful. Look at that little face. I sure hope he gets to go home soon! Thank you for sharing, I am not sure how I found you (I was Googling something and ended up here) but I'm glad I did. I'll share the post.

    Sending good thoughts your way and to the baby and his family too.

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  2. Liz McNultyOctober 15, 2012 at 9:03 PM

    That is a picture of Case from almost 2 years ago when he was a tiny NICU baby.:) He is home just goes to Children's Hospital every month for appointment's, surgeries and procedures. Sometimes he is an impatient but not usually. I'm so glad you found his blog and share away!!

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  3. UnknownOctober 28, 2012 at 8:49 PM

    ur sons precious!! i work as a hospice nurse and its amazing how ur handling this...what exactly happened and is going on with him

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